Even the Grinch would have a nice ass in Blueberry shorts or jeans. .
Some of us are dipped in flat, some in satin, some in glass, but every once in a while, you find someone who’s iridescent, And once you do, nothing will ever compare.
Wendelin Van Dramen, Flipped
Collabor88 opened at midnight with an exciting and fun new theme–Holographic! So their catalog is filled with opalescence, iridescence, and opulent fabrics. Blueberry released a top and belted shorts. They come with HUDs to offer an amazing range of options. Continue reading →
My typist told me she spent yesterday spoiling herself with a mini-spa day and so I told her that I thought I deserved one too. Luckily, she supports my need to be spoiled and pampered ridiculously. But I have to admit, soaking my feet in this amazing tub from Second Spaces is soothing enough that I’m not sure what I felt so tense about in the first place.
I’ve given away all of my gifts, I think, I can’t figure out if I missed anyone. If you’re still dithering, don’t forget that The Arcade is not only open – but all of the items you get there are TRANS. I’ve gone to Arcade many times for gifts, it’s a great spot for picking up items to give away to folks and there’s something for everyone there this round. Continue reading →
Charlotte Bronte, who wrote Jane Eyre, the unforgettable heroine who said those strong, independent and feminist words, was not the first feminist. However, I don’t think it is an accident that the word feminist was coined within five years of her classic novel. I have been thinking about feminism and Jane Eyre lately, and most particularly this, “I am a free human being with an independent will.” The other day, a Washington Post opinion piece focused on how women are expected to surround their ideas and opinions with weak, soothing qualifiers to protect the tender male ego. It imagined famous quotes as said by women complying with the cultural demand that they efface their ideas. It’s funny and painful because it is so true. It is sad that more than 150 years later, a woman saying “I am a free human being with an independent will,” is still revolutionary. Continue reading →
I’ll be edgy, I thought whimsically, and wear ripped hose. Then I spent the rest of my day wondering why my hose wouldn’t rez. Clearly, edgy isn’t my cup of tea.
I decided to check out the Ricielli hunt yesterday after I picked up some cat food (and dammit a new cat) and I was pleased with how simple the hunt was. Really, not much of a hunt, just a clever sale, pink balls around the store that are numbered with corresponding items in them – you can use THIS key. Continue reading →
It’s a busy SL for me today girls, I’m up early making some soup for later, it’s just getting cool enough that some warm soup will be awesome later. Plus I’ve got a ton of shopping to do, the cats need food (seriously why do my cats email me, that never doesn’t amuse me), and I saw that Ricielli is having a CUTE little hunt that I might pop over and try to pick some stuff up, Monica Querrien did a cute little LOTD post and I am inspired to check it out while I’m out. Continue reading →
I went to Misfit Ghetto last night and saw this sign. It comes from Robert Lowell who said “The light at the end of the tunnel is just the light of an oncoming train.” Robert Lowell has been a favorite since I first discovered him in 7th grade. I was shy, a mumbler, constantly admonished to speak louder and my mother made me join the speech team. She believed in meeting challenges head on. I chose Extemporaneous Poetry as my specialty since I loved poetry and my mom made me memorize a poem a week. I figured I could get two for one out of the way.
For my first competition I drew “For the Union Dead” by Robert Lowell. The imagery bowled me over and I fell in love with his way of writing, though the poem was not without its problems for my 7th grade self. It used the n-word once, in quotes to indicate that was not a word Lowell would have used. It was a word I had never used and was certainly not acceptable. I had thirty minutes to prepare an introduction and decide how to address this dilemma. I punted and inserted the word soldiers instead. You know, as an adult, I think the person who picked the poems that day probably had not read them.
But also, from hindsight, I don’t mind, because that poem was thrilling to me. If you have seen the film Glory, you know the story memorialized in the statue he describes. But it was not the story, it was the images from phrases like his nose crawling like a snail on the aquarium glass and the yellow dinosaur steamshovels grunting as they work. Most of the poetry I had read (or my mom had chosen for me) had been prettier. She was a big Longfellow, Shelley and Shakespeare fan. Lowell was my introduction to a more robust kind of poetry. He felt rebellious and fierce and I gobbled him up. And yes, he was also bleak and grim and depressive – perfect for adolescence. Continue reading →